Kurosawa Mei looked at the group of people on the screen who were quietly waiting for him to give orders: a Gin, a rebel, an FBI, a CIA, a Japanese police officer, a bunch of undercover agents, traitors, and bastards.
Oh, my winery, take jujube pills.
So Kurosawa Mei arranged a false identity for himself, thinking that if the winery really went bankrupt, he would run away.
The fake identity is very easy to use, but there are a lot of murders around me, and there are a lot of people. There is bourbon on the first floor opposite, rye whiskey next door to bourbon, and gin lives downstairs...
Oh, my fake identity, take jujube pills
Intention: to be a good person